What I Have Learned in the Past 223 Days

Laughter really is the best medicine. Crying is healthy. Camping in 40-degree weather is an adventure. Ferris Wheels are dangerous. He really does complete me. It is okay to lean on friends. Deployed husband=more closet space. The Perfect Margarita really is perfect. I love having all the hot water to myself. The World’s Largest Cheese Cake is not the World’s Best Tasting Cheese Cake. I am meant to have blonde hair. Winter nights can be cold and lonely. Northern New York is okay. Moonshine is nasty. I can do this. The ‘bees is a great place to laugh. “Bitch please” warms my heart. Giant windmills are cool. Sigma Delta Gamma are sisters for life. A can of Pringles is perfectly acceptable for dinner. Netflix is awesome. His voice warms my heart. Black X’s crossing out days on the calendar is a great sight. It is okay to talk to my dog and cat. When you don’t drive your husband’s car for three months, it will not start. It can be therapeutic to hang out with friends from high school and just reminisce. Bangs usually are not a good idea. Sister-in-laws can be pretty cool and a good source of comfort. I am confident.

* Originally posted at The Sour Patch Kid Experiment (deleted 2007) on September 23, 2006. Recovered courtesy of waybackmachine.com in 2012.


2nd Annual Lowville Cream Cheese Festival

This morning Briana, Christie, and I ventured to Lowville for the 2nd Annual Cream Cheese Festival . The headlining act was the unveiling of The World’s Largest Cheesecake brought to us by Kraft Foods.

We were met with quite the crowd much to our surprise. After the unveiling of The World’s Largest Cheesecake (which also had the world’s largest sneeze guard), the cheesecake was wheeled down the length of the festival grounds for everybody to ogle. Briana followed the moving cheesecake while I went to the ATM machine and met up with Christie.

Here we are enjoying a free slice of The World’s Largest Cheesecake. It tasted like chemicals and spinach laced with e-coli. Just kidding…. however, it certainly was not The World’s Best Cheesecake. Maybe bigger isn’t always better….

After enjoying beef-on-wick sandwiches, we turned our attention to the bagel and cream cheese eating contest. There was a puke bucket (really, just a giant trash can) located at the end of the stage but unfortunately, nobody had to use it (boo….). The eaters were not allowed to use their hands and had to assign a person to the position of ‘feeder.’ The three of us concluded that the rules were too complicated. If Takeru Kobayashiwere there, he would have destroyed the contestants.

We then met the Miss Lewis County Dairy Ambassador. She was very nice and a youngin’ so I am just going to move on…

I enjoyed this sign…

We had the opportunity to pose with a cow. It was ‘utterly’ ridiculous!

Politics are cool, especially at the 2nd Annual Lowville Cream Cheese Festival. Hillary was not at the festival (maybe she doesn’t like cream cheese) however, I did happen to see Dr. Bob Johnson who is running for the New York 23rd Congressional seat.

We then came across two ‘yappy’ dogs dressed as a bride and groom. After commenting on the cuteness of the costume ensemble, the owner of the happy couple informed us that they were indeed brother and sister. She then said “however, this is Lewis County so it doesn’t matter anyway”…. nothing like a little backwoods incest humor to brighten one’s day.

All in all, I was quite impressed with The 2nd Annual Lowville Cream Cheese Festival. The turn-out was greater than I expected and it was a wonderful way to spend a Saturday morning/early afternoon. In fact, I enjoyed myself so much that I even bought the T-shirt.

Best $13 I ever spent.

* Originally posted at The Sour Patch Kid Experiment (deleted 2007) on September 16, 2006.


I am writing this entry on my lunch hour because I have to. In the past, I have not used my blog as a ‘livejournal’ and I still do not have that intention. However, today I find myself needing to let go of some thoughts and simply writing them in my personal journal is not enough. One my favorite fellow ‘Army Wife’ blogs is My Longest Yearand her most recent post captured my current thoughts and put them into legible and constructive sentences.

I am allowing myself to become consumed by the deployment. As the situation grows more and more dire in Afghanistan, I am finding it harder and harder to remain upbeat and positive about Clay being over there. Communication has been terrible as of late and averaging an email once a week (I know, it could be a lot worse) and no phone calls. Clay’s voice is still on our answering machine message and when I hit low points at work, I call home just to remember what his voice sounds like. His t-shirts no longer smell like him and I find myself spraying his cologne on the pillow next to me just to get through the night. Just recently I started to experience nightmares that wake me up in a cold sweat and I have been having dreams so ‘real’ that I wake up expecting him to be sleeping beside me. My ever-present optimistic self allows me to believe for a nano-second that he is back and my dream was real, only to be met with pure disillusionment and frustration when looking at the empty pillow.

My performance at work is suffering due to my declining attitude and poor outlook. I am required to help clients with their ‘problems’ and complaints that seem trivial and meaningless to me. Everybody has their own issues to deal with and I just have to remind myself that what may seem trivial to me may mean the world to someone else.

I have faith that I will get through this. R&R is slowly approaching and is starting to become a goal within sight.

This to shall pass…..

* Originally posted at The Sour Patch Kid Experiment (deleted 2007) on September 14, 2006.